Oh how I beg for the melodic utterance of your sweet voice.

To bask in the ambience of you, and learn to love deep within your embrace.

I'm half cut, staring blind to the ceiling, dreaming of the day your breath inhabits my soul.

I wish for a time where, to me, you are obscure, and the writing on the wall simply reads your name.

         Not my proverbial death wish.

Grasp my hand and lead me,
Through the boneyards left behind.

Conceal the sorrows of the past,
And allow me to vestige into obscurity.

Do you remember
The days we spent
Together in September
And all that it meant
and in this solitary moment
Makes me miss you
Makes me forget I'm not broken
I'll take every second or an hour or two
I'm waiting for your call
Just like when we would meet
I'm waiting for your call
It's on replay just like when we would meet
I'm waiting for your call
Butterfly
It's your call
My early summer
Your call

There were no days
There were no nights
Eighteen months was nothing
And it was eternity
Sixteen years of thought trapped in circuitry
A spinning galss ball
Shattering inward,moment by airless moment
But everyone says, DON'T TELL
How can I not?

That sort of song
does not recollect the shadows of passion
                                                            it is